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The Chief can feel Zara’s gaze on him.

“Let’s get back to Coco,” Zara says. “Can you describe specific behaviors that made you believe she was jealous?”

Leslee’s eyes suddenly fill with tears. “The thing is… the last week or so? Coco and I bonded. We reached a new level of intimacy, or so I thought. I took her into my confidence, I treated her like a friend. And then she goes and does this!”

“Where were you when news of the fire broke?” the Chief asks. “Bull was on deck, and more than one guest said he was calling for you. Where were you?”

Leslee wraps her long hair around her wrist. “I was sneaking a cigarette.”

“You smoke?” the Chief says.

“It’s not in my official bio,” Leslee says. “But I do occasionally sneak one, yes.”

“Were you smoking on the back of the boat?” Zara asks. “By the broken gate?”

“That gate isn’t broken,” Leslee says. “It latches, but it falls open if we hit any kind of wake. And no, I wasn’t in the stern, I was on the port side of the boat so that the wind would blow the smoke away from my guests.”

“Do you ever smoke inside your house?” the Chief asks.

“Eww, no,” Leslee says. “How disgusting.”

“Did you see Coco while you were sneaking this cigarette?” Zara asks.

“I did not.”

“When’s the last time you remember seeing her?”

Leslee seems to seriously consider this. “She was collecting empty champagne glasses after the toast to our vows,” she says. “I didn’t see her when I was smoking. Then Bull yelled for me, told me about the fire, and we motored back. By the time we got to our mooring, Coco had vanished.” Leslee snaps her fingers. “Into thin air.”

27. Day-Drinking in Denpasar

The next Richardson party is a spur-of-the-moment event. Instead of getting hand-delivered envelopes, those invited receive a text: Day-Drinking in Denpasar! Cocktails and Asian-inspired buffet. See you at 888 Pocomo Road tomorrow at two p.m.

Busy Ambrose is overjoyed. The forecast for the next twenty-four to thirty-six hours is driving rain, and Busy dreads nothing more than a summer Sunday at the Field and Oar Club without tennis or sailing. Busy was being pressured to organize a bridge tournament in the ballroom, but now she can delegate that onerous task to Talbot Sweeney because she is going to pull her silk kimono out of mothballs and go to the Richardsons’.

“Day-Drinking in Denpasar,” Delilah says to Jeffrey. It’s ten o’clock on Saturday night and Jeffrey is already under the summer-weight blanket. “Party tomorrow at the Richardsons’.”

“You go,” Jeffrey says. “I don’t do day-drinking.”

“It’s supposed to pour rain,” Delilah says.

“I’m well aware,” Jeffrey says. “I’m a farmer. I’m doing paperwork tomorrow.”

Fine, Delilah thinks. She’ll go alone. She’s been meaning to talk to Leslee anyway. Corwin at the food pantry has not yet received the donation Leslee promised. He doesn’t feel comfortable pestering her, so Delilah volunteered to follow up, which she’d meant to do during pickleball, but last week Leslee had been strangely unavailable, so they’d had to cancel.

Delilah texts Phoebe: Jeffrey not going to 888. Can you pick me up?

Phoebe texts back: We’re Ubering. Followed by the cocktail emoji.

Delilah texts Andrea, who says yes they’re going, Ed will drive, he’s not planning on drinking. Thank god for the Chief, Delilah thinks.

Eric shows the invitation text to Avalon, who still isn’t feeling well. (“It’s like I got bitten by a tsetse fly,” she said, whatever that means.) “Do you want to try to go to this?” he asks.

“Hell no,” she says. “Why is that woman still inviting us to things? Can she not take a hint?”

Eddie calls out to Grace, who is in the bathroom brushing her teeth, “We got invited to another Richardson party tomorrow. The theme is Day-Drinking in Denpasar.” He pauses. “What’s Denpasar?”

Grace pokes her head out. “The capital of Bali.”

“Really?” Eddie says. “How did you know that? Did you just google it?”

“No, I didn’t just google it,” Grace says. “I’m brushing my teeth.” She flashes Eddie her pearly whites. “I read Eat, Pray, Love.”

Sharon hasn’t heard from Romeo in days, despite the fact that she has called three times, left two voice mails, and sent half a dozen texts, including one with a lengthy apology.

Sharon’s fantasy about reconciling with Walker lasted only a matter of hours. The act he put on inside the Club Car was just that, an act. Once they were out on the cobblestones, Walker’s contrition turned into amusement that Sharon was actually dating Romeo from the Steamship.

“I thought it was a rumor,” Walker said. “I had no idea you were that desperate.”

“Speaking of desperate,” Sharon said, “how’s Bailey from PT?”

Walker spilled the beans: Things with Bailey had been “magical” and “incandescent” until the middle of July, when Bailey left New Canaan for a share house in the Hamptons. “She went to Surf Lodge every night, and some nights I heard from her at three a.m., some nights not at all. I know how much money she makes, and there’s no way she was paying for her own drinks.”

He got dumped, Sharon thought.

If Sharon had been smart, she would have hightailed it back to the Club Car at that point, but she clung to some romantic notion of saving their marriage and returning to their old life. She imagined being able to send a holiday card with the five of them smiling on the front. With this in mind, Sharon drove Walker back to their house, but the whole time in the car, he was texting on his phone.

“Who are you texting?” she asked.

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